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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 5003453" data-attributes="member: 79171">Stoic, Clover watched as Klondike's battered body turned to dust, blowing away alarmingly quick with the nighttime wind. Only his clothes remained: A crumpled mess in the shape of the man that was once there. At this, she experienced a fleeting moment of panic. All of them could meet this same fate. All of them were just as vulnerable. She caught a momentary glimpse of imagination: Her own body dissolving away in nothingness, leaving nothing but the clothes on her back behind.She shook it off, doing her best to pretend she couldn't see. She heard Lacey talking, "Ow, my head hurts, anyone got any aspirin?" Almost instinctively, she dug into her pocketbook for her often-used bottle. Taking it out, she suddenly thought it odd that a vampire would ask for aspirin. Would it even work? But, shrugging, she still handed it over to the girl, knowing what it felt like to have a pain your head that wouldn't go away.</blockquote>